Next, I noticed this morning that there seemed to be a few tasty insect-morsels caught in a web by our resident daddy-long-legs (they are handy allies out here for catching unwelcome guests). On closer inspection, I discovered some rather foul looking maggots. Ben and his friend, little Esther C from next door, came to look as well, with great interest. We swept up the bugs and popped them down the loo (apologies to Mr daddy-long-legs).
Half an hour later, I walked past the open door of the bathroom and saw several more maggots writhing around on the floor! Again, we disposed of them. Checking again, 20 minutes later, even more maggots had miraculously appeared on the floor! I then realised that they were, in fact, raining down, in a kind of slow but steady drizzle, from the gaps in our wooden ceiling!
A photo sample of our most unwelcome drop-in guests:
Quite horrified by the invasion and still repelled by the dreadful stench, I asked Jane's opinion and we concluded that there must be something dead and decaying somewhere up in our roof and the effects of this were now leaking through into the bathroom.
So we called in the troops... Jane went down to the nearby MAF workshop to ask for assistance. A short while later, local MAF staff, Jeremiah and Ema, came to save the day. They duly disappeared up a ladder into the cobwebby confines of our attic on their mission of discovery...
...and found this most disgusting and totally stinking culprit!
Now, the vile lizard has thankfully been removed, although I must admit to a rather embarassing scream when Ema presented a box to me containing the cause of our latest Tanzanian adventure! Next, we need to work on removing the foul odour, which still seems to be lingering, as well as the odd maggot, still falling from the gaps in the ceiling...
I should have taken a photo of my lizard with it's insides hanging outside on my doorstep....just to compare!
ReplyDeleteOh yuk - whatever kind of comment can one make ?! Yukky,yukky.yukky!!
ReplyDeleteHow interesting! Dropping maggots bring to mind the laudable custom regarding pheasants.
ReplyDeleteAfter bringing in the dead bird, one hangs it up from the ceiling. It's not proper to cook it till the maggots are falling out on to the floor Then you know it's ripe for cooking. Don't you love pheasant pie?